Be careful little mouth what you say.....

I faintly remember singing a song in Sunday school...Be careful little ears what you hear... Anyone recall?
I sang it to myself today. Well, revised a bit.
I was recalling a recent visit from a "friend".
The doorbell rang, and, as usual, the kids ran to get it. I sauntered down with baby in hand.
The first thing my visitor said to us was...
"You STILL in your pajamas?"
I wasn't sure who they were talking too...me or the kids. I quipped in "Yeppers, we are."
***Be careful little mouth what you say....***

The problem is...it's not the mouth that I have to be careful with.
The song lyrics should read...

***Be careful little mind what you think....***

You see. As soon as my "friend" "greeted" us, I immediately reeled into these thoughts of what I wanted to say....


"YES! I am STILL in my pajamas. I am aware of this. YES! My children are STILL in their pajamas. I am aware of that also.
What YOU are not aware of is THIS....
I slept in until 7:10 this morning. I was greeted lovingly by hungry children. I prepared them breakfast immediately after our ritualistic "morning cuddles". Spoke with God. I was then summoned by a screaming baby. I nursed her, and changed her diaper. I threw a load of colours in the wash. Played 3 games with my children--one being the wizard of oz where I was the WIZARD!-not the witch!. I fed the baby her breakfast. Cleaned the breakfast dishes, as well as the dirty dishes left over from their father the previous evening. Checked my email-had some email correspondence with my mother. I put the colours in the dryer, threw a load of whites in the washer. Made the beds. Practiced cue card sight words with my oldest. Spoke to a good friend on the phone for 10 minutes. Put the whites in the dryer. Folded the colours. Sat on the floor with baby for 15 minutes helping her master the "sit". Made a list of ingredients I would need for my future baking needs. Shortly after that, all 4 of us started the process (if you've ever cooked with kids you know its a PROCESS!) of making cupcakes. It is now 10:00 and I was heading to the shower...AFTER I put the baby to bed...But YOU rang the doorbell.


And, as I was recalling this incident, I suddenly am aware of one thing. Again. It can take one person, one word, one small sentence, to be robbed of all that God has been speaking to us....I awoke with a great sense of who I was. The woman God made me to be. Yet, was deceitfully tricked by a simple phrase--of my "friend" and a foolish judgement.--on my part.
We all judge ourselves in some way. I was judging myself on what I had accomplished that day, and why exactly I was still in p.j's.

WHO CARES!!!!!!!!!!
God loves me for who I AM...not what I do!

I'm thinking tomorrow I JUST may spend the day in my pajamas. Watching TV or reading a book. Eating bon-bons. Anyone want to join me??

If I'm being totally honest.....

I do worry at times.
I try not too. -- Not only because I have three children who depend on my backbone, and can practically read me like a book, but also because it's a waste of time.
We really can't be certain of exactly what God has planned for us...and we have no right to be concerned about it.
So I think.
But, as the saying goes, "it's easier said then done".


The phone rang around noon.
Work.
A "call out".
Which means "I can't tell you any information. I can't tell you where I'm going, how long I will be, or what I will be doing" "I'll call you when I'm out of danger". (People think there is little danger in this city, but they have no idea. There are criminals carrying knives, drugs, guns in EVERY city)

That's it.
A kiss and a hug.
And a goodbye.
It's now 9:00 p.m.
Nine hours.
Yep. Sometimes it gets to me.
Not often.
But sometimes.

The really good part of it all is:
you seldom take for granted those that you love.
And you always remind yourself that God has plans for you.
He knows ALL.
And I trust HIM.

The love of God....

"Salt water is the greatest component of our world, yet some people have never seen an ocean. That doesn't change the ocean. It is constant and powerful, and, like the love of God, whether we're immersed in it, standing on the shore, or a thousand miles away, it remains."

As written in Mosaic, Amy Grant

Attitude of Gratitude..

It has been WAY to long since I reflected on all things I should be grateful for...
Here is today's list...

1.. The five dollar bill I found in the back pocket of a newly washed pair of jeans..!! Hannah was able to go bowling with friends!











2. My father & brother (and Mike too!) for all of the hours and money they are putting into the finishing of our basement!!!










3. My son and his contentment to sit on the stool and watch his favourite movie--HAIRSPRAY-- as mommy cleans the kitchen and puts the laundry away!!










4. Green licorice

5. The sun shining in my kitchen door and windows!!

6. Grace givers #1, #2, and #3









7. The dollarstore for my brand new picture frames!!!


8. OOOH OOOH Rachael Ray!











9. A carpet quote for the basement that was less than we estimated!! YAY!



10. Mercy given, God patterned, air breathing, love granted, grace receiving, patience needing, character building, trust learning, yearly, monthly, weekly, daily, hourly, minute, second of my...LIFE!!!!

Back by popular demand....

Thanks girls for missing me... I miss myself too!!
Sorry it's been so long... seems as though Christmas and New Years takes a toll on me. I get so excited early November for the season, preparing and getting ready for the holidays..yet as the time comes near, I become quite stressed and anxious. It takes me a little while to "unwind" and get back to me. I think I'm back.
The good news.....
My family "cashed in" on one of our Christmas presents...another trip to GREAT WOLF LODGE!!!
We had a WONDERFUL time (minus papa--and being ill!). Family time is so wonderful!
I will leave you with a few pictures from the weekend, and my word that I will try to blog regularly--for me.

One day, while eavesdropping....

I heard a conversation between my 5 yr old daughter, Hannah, and her neighbourhood friends....

Hannah: He IS TOO real...Yes, he did die, but he became alive again.
David: No Hannah. Jesus is dead.
Hannah: He IS NOT!
David: Yes he is. My mom told me.
Kaleb: No he isn't. I saw him on TV.
Hannah: SEE!